another one i've been told
by my boyfriend. One of these nice gig bogs related ones: me, my bofriend and some mates of ours went to see a gig last July in the National Bowl, Milton Keynes. In the afternoon everybody was very keen on going to the public toilets provided, but as time went on, after a fair amount of lagers we HAD to drink not to die of thirst - we were actually roasting - nobody could be arsed walking all the way up then down the hill surrounding the Bowl, to the loos that were on the other side of the hill. So we all started going in the wood - even the ladies - on top of the hill.
It was a pretty clean job to do in the beginning, but you could soon feel, almost see the wee-steam after a couple of hours.
You had to be careful not to stand in a turd either, which was quite tricky on that slipery slope.
So my bf went for a slash and came back laughing his arse off because he'd seen some poor bloke tripping over a tree root and slipping all the way down the slope head and hands first.
( liverbird, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 15:08, Reply)